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"The school teacher, Mr. Tiller?'' Shane asks. Sabastian didn't see the smile playing on Shane's lips, nor did he see him playing with a ring on his index finger. For the next three hours, the Alpha and his team searched the entire area of Havendale and even the slumps. They left no stone unturn and searched even the smallest places. "It's like he just disappeared.'' Someone is saying. Sabastian feels defeated at that. Even with his ability he still could find Mr. Tiller. The pack scryer couldn't either, and his mind link with the pack has been broken. "Maybe he got tired of teaching," Shane mumbles, because of the lollipop in the corner of his mouth.

Something was finally clear to her. "Jeremy. What the hell did you do to me that day!" Tanya asked, remembering how he'd kissed her and then she'd forgotten about the picture! What did he do that for? Is it possible he knows something??" "Tanya!" Maureen called wondering why she was so silent. "I will be right back, Maureen. I think I've discovered a spy." * * 🤭🤭 One word for Tanya 🥰🥰 Unlock the next episode with your likes and comments 🥰

As we advanced, the hallways turned into a maze of closed doors and unknown shadows. Finally, in front of Room 215, Hunter stopped. His gaze met mine, sharing silent communication. He gently pushed the door, which creaked open discreetly. However, when the room revealed itself, the disappointment was overwhelming. Three neatly made beds, the room impeccably clean, but no sign of Cassian, Dorian, and Kane. Tears filled my eyes, and I knelt on the floor, despair taking over me. Hunter approached and enveloped me in a firm hug. His whispered words tried to ease the pain tearing through my chest. “It's okay, Fierce. We'll find them. Everything will be okay.”

The kind that doesn't ask where you've been, only shows you how far you can see. The story ends here. Not with a reunion. Not with forgiveness. Not with a man on his knees, finally saying the right words at the right time. It ends with a woman and her daughter, standing at a window that belongs to them, in a building that belongs to them, in a life they built with no one's permission and no one's help. Behind them — nothing. Ahead of them — everything. --- **THE END**